One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
- William Wordsworth
At what level of garden kitsch would you draw the line?
Just before I got a bunch of old tires from a junkyard; painted them white; lined both sides of the driveway with said recumbent tires, and planted strawberries in each wheel well.
How many times do you re-dial a number when you get a busy signal?
Once, each time.
What garden plant or decoration do you consider the most unfortunately and sadly overused?
Ceramic fairies crouching beneath cement toadstools.
What’s the punch line to the funniest joke you know?
It’s elephants all the way down, my friend.
What is the worst invasive pest you can imagine threatening your garden?
The dog that craps on my garden path. It’s not my imagination that makes me think I’ve stepped in a pile of shit. It’s quite real. As for imaginary pests, I suppose the most awful would have to be the ghost of the world’s worst Elvis Presley impersonator (the old, fat Elvis), haunting my garden and singing Midnight Train to Georgia.
If you ran for public office, what would your campaign poster slogan be?
Vote for me. What’s the worst that could happen?
How do you see yourself as a gardener?
By looking into a mirror.
What’s your ten-year garden plan?
For me to survive ten years, and keep on gardening the whole time.